Running away

Black paint

Some days it was better, some worse.
I mean the pain.
Not knowing where he is, how he's doing or whether he's even alive is a torture every day.
I wake up again, my eyes swollen from crying, my skin pale because I'm not leaving the house, and my body?
Numb.
I get up and walk to my dressing table.
Not to put my makeup on.
I leaf through Mattheo's diary.

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she feels like a dream.her smile fills me with hope and her laugh brings me bliss.
My soul aches for hers.i want to keep her safe from the darkness that covers the world.
My arms will be a blanket of comfort for when she's hurt.
I'll make sure that she's never left feeling alone.
There's something magical about the way she makes me feel.
Her mind is filled with millions of wonders that I have yet to explore.
Her heart holds all of the answers
That I've spend my life searching for.

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Tears are dripping and the ink.
I put the book down and look in the mirror.
God Luana what has become of you.
A wreck. Dad would yell at me now and say it was a shame for our family to have feelings.
Even showing  the weakness.
Mama could never say anything about it, she stood there and did nothing.
I don't even blame her I mean what could she have done?
Yell at him back? Protect me? No, he would hurt mom.
He did it anyway but if she said one word against him he would kill her.
To this day I don't know whether he killed her that day or whether it was an attack on our lifes.
I'm only sure of one thing.
My mother had to go through it, I had to go through it, but under no circumstances will I let my child go through it.

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I hear footsteps and look into the corridor.
It's Meredith.
"Lu? Dear?" Her pure, beautiful voice resounds in the marble corridor,
God what we've been trough  here in the corridors.
Her gray hair falls to her waist,
The blue floral dress she wears underlines her blue-gray eyes perfectly.
The apron around her hips destroys the whole picture of her.
The poor woman has seen so much.
"Yes?" I come out of my room.
"A letter for you." She hands me an envelope, it's made of somewhat harder paper, and it's not the same color as a normal one.
I recognize initials on the red candle seal.
A.R
But how can that be possible? He's dead ... isn't he?

I open the letter.

Dearest Luana,
Oh we'd love to see your face now when you've seen who the letter is from.
I am not dead, neither is Denitsa.
Oh dear your life is a lie.
From your birth to the moment Mattheo left.
Come to my mansion at 9 pm.
Mattheo is waiting.

See you,
Adrien.

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My heart stops
Denitsa is not dead? What does he mean by my life is a lie?
Too many questions run through my head.
But one thing stands out. Mattheo is waiting for me.
This sentence doesn't leave my head
Maybe it's just a trap to kill me
Maybe, but that would be a good reason to die.

"Um, thank you Meredith, I'll be fine on my own. Take a vacation and say greetings to your daughter, okay? You deserve it." I say confused with definitely too many questions in my head,
A beam spreads on Meredith's face,
Despite being older, she has almost no wrinkles.
On the contrary, she has beautiful skin, rosy cheeks and beautiful cheekbones.
A natural glow can be seen on her soft skin.
She has a dimple on the left side and her lips look full and soft.
She reminds me a lot of my grandma,she deserves a good vacation.

"I'll do it, thank you for the time-out. If you need anything then call me. I'm always ready to come back." She hugs me.

9 pm.

I stand in front of his big mansion.
It seems bigger to me than usual, but maybe it's just claustrophobia that is spreading inside me.
Maybe now is a moment to turn around and drive away.
But I have a chance to see mattheo and Denitsa.
So I go in, two armed bodyguards behind me.

The big front door is opened for me and I see ..
Nothing.
I walk up through the corridors to Adrien's office.

"Hello Luana" there he sits, adrien Rossi, he, alive.
Denitsa at his side.
Tears roll down my cheek.
But she just looks at me.
"So I thought you were dead, saw you die in Front me and you don't say anything?" I ask her, no longer out of sadness but out of anger. I realize everything was played, every detail staged. Everything planned.
"I'm sorry, I had more or less no choice. It's what it is."
She says it like nothing but her undertone reveals that she is sorry.
"Let's get to the point, where is Mattheo?"
"Do you want a drink?" Asks Adrien
"Your blood, please. Now answer the question"
"Why that bitchy. Guys, lead her to him."

Bodyguards lead me through corridors, on the next corner my bodyguards overwhelm adriens by strangling the two.
Meanwhile I keep walking.

The next corner after the next.
The next corridor after the next
Infinite spaces.
And then..
He sits there.
In the room,
Paints on the canvas with black paint, only now do I recognize what he is painting. Our portrait.
Everything looks so easy with him. His brown curls brush his forehead.
The scar over his nose has faded.
He's wearing a suit.
His lips are still as pink as they were every morning and evening we spent.

The room is elegant, decorated with gold, red curtains, large windows and beds made of velvet.

All this luxury and still he is what I want.

"Theo? ..."
He turns around in shock
"Lu? .."
He gets up
I run towards him
Everything around us becomes unimportant.
Faded.
We have us .
He has me.
I have him.